Sun 10 Apr
Sunday, my first working day of the week (could be worse, it could be on Saturday) and the first day back after a week's break. It's my mature women 3rd years this morning; always a pleasure. I manage to get 90 minutes out of "how you can tell a child from an adult" (without getting biological). When I mimed the way Mango Juice Girl carried her handbag with the strap across her forehead there was a pantomime response from the class "this is a child" – I'm inclined to agree – but how do I break it to her?
After class I nip into Khartoum and out to the University Centre to pick up March's pay cheque. Remarkably, both the cheque office and the bank are quick and efficient and I am out again with an hour or so to kill before teaching at the British Council.
I look into the Natural History Museum and the Ethnographical. At the latter I seem to notice things afresh each visit. The curator's assistant Manaahill is always willing to show me around, perhaps she fancies me – I dunno, I'm always the last to realise that kind of thing. I draw a few exhibits in my notebook and we agree to meet sometime and go for a rummage in the antique shops of Omdurman souq.